“That sounds just like Jimmy. I think I’ll start calling him Princess from now on. Come here. I want to show you what I work on when I’m not actually working.” He led me back to a corner of the shop where there was a car under a big canvas.
Pulling off the canvas, Reese revealed the most incredible Pontiac GTO I had ever seen. It was pure muscle, and it reminded me of the one I had seen at a car show that had come to town when I had just turned fifteen. I’d spent an entire day staring at that car, fantasizing about everything from driving it to washing it to losing my virginity in the back seat. Too bad that ship had sailed the year after when Eddy Withers took me under the bleachers after our high school homecoming game. I’d spent the entire four minutes with Eddy grunting on top of me dreaming about that car.
I reached out to touch the curve of the metal of the driver’s side fender but pulled my hand back suddenly and looked up at Reese. “Sorry. It’s just so amazing.”
“You want to touch it?” he asked, and all I could do was nod. “It’s okay, Tessa. It is a car. You can’t hurt it.”
I let my fingertips touch the cool metal as I walked toward the back of the car, my hand sliding over the smooth polish. I had almost made a full circle when I came around the other side. Reese had moved to stand in front of the car. When I reached him, he placed his hands on my hips and looked down into my eyes.
“When I was fifteen, I saw a car just like this one at a car show. I used to have wet dreams about that car, Reese,” I said with a little laugh.
He moved one of his hands from my hip to the bottom of my dress just above my knee. Pushing the material up, he caressed my thigh, kneading it gently with his strong fingers. Then he slipped a finger under my panties. “Feels like it still gets you wet.” His other hand moved to start unbuttoning the front of my dress until he had bared my breasts. “Shit, Tessa. If I had known you weren’t wearing a bra, we wouldn’t have made it past my office.” Still moving his finger in lazy circles around my moist clit, he pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress down my arms until my torso was completely bare, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you on my car now, Tessa. Are you ready for me?”
I couldn’t find my voice to answer. Instead, my hand reached out to grasp his full erection that was tucked into his jeans. He groaned and then spun me around so that my knees were touching the front bumper of the car. I could hear the jingle of his belt as he undid the buckle and then the rough sound of his zipper as he quickly yanked it down. I felt Reese push my dress up to bare my ass, and then instead of taking them off, he pulled my panties to the side, pushed on my back to get me to bend over a little, crouched down, and slid his hot tongue between my pussy lips.
Coming back up to stand behind me, Reese said, “Fuck, you taste good, but I can’t wait, Tessa. Lie down on the hood.” I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and as soon as my breasts touched the cool metal, he pushed past my lips to fill me completely. “Fuck, you look so good bent over my car.” His words made my pussy clench and squeeze around his thick length, earning me a deep moan.
Reese picked up speed until he was pounding me hard, his balls slapping against my clit. My ecstasy was peaking, waves of pleasure like electricity pulsing out from my core through my entire body. But I heard the sound before I felt the pain. His hand came down to smack my ass hard once more, shoving me over the edge and making me cry out. He didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he dug his fingers into where the sharp sting was radiating while he found his own release.
Reese collapsed on top of me, my chest still pressed up against the hood of the car. “I think I’ll be having wet dreams about this car now,” he said in my ear, bringing me back to reality. Reese stood up, pulling me with him, a clear outline of my naked body visible on the otherwise polished finish of the car. He looked over to see what I was staring at and said, “Well, that will sure give the guys something to talk about tomorrow. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
We stopped at a street food cart for dinner and were so hungry that we finished it before we got back to Reese’s house. “It can get kinda chilly outside at night. Go ahead and change into something warmer and I’ll get the fire going on the roof,” Reese said before leaving me in the bedroom.
I pulled on some yoga pants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie and followed Reese up to the roof. The sun, which was hovering just above the horizon, had stolen the blue sky, changing it to a burning palette of red and orange swirls that were curling around a bright yellow orb of pure energy. Reese was crouched down, starting a fire in the pit that was surrounded by a set of chairs and matching loveseat. On one of the small tables sat an open bottle of merlot and two empty glasses. The mellow sound of music was coming from the outdoor speakers set near the fire.
When Reese was satisfied with the fire, he stood up, wiped his hands off on his jeans, poured a glass of wine, and offered it to me as he gestured for me to sit on the loveseat. After pouring himself a glass, he sat down and pulled my legs into his lap. We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the wine and just being with each other. As beautiful as they were, I was starting to strongly dislike sunsets. Each amazing display of day surrendering to night was like a tick of the clock counting down the days until our time together expired.
Reese broke the silence and said, “Tessa, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I want to help you.”
“Help me how?” I asked.
“Whatever obligations you have that keep you at The Happy Valley, let me take care of them.”
I tried to sit up but he held on tight to my legs, keeping me tethered to him. The look of concern in his eyes made me take a deep, calming breath before I said, “Reese, I’m not there because I have to be. I don’t have any obligations, as you put it, keeping me there. I’m there because I want to be. I love what I do. When I’m on stage, I get to be someone else. When the club is thumping with the bass from the music and the air is full of lust, I get to escape from the world. The rush of dancing in front of a crowd, knowing that how I move my body causes the audience pleasure and possibly even arousal, is what I live for.”
His concern turned to confusion as he asked, “What about the private dances? Are you saying that you love that part too?”
He had me there. “No, I don’t always love that part. Not every private dance is great. But it comes with the territory. There is always something about your job that you don’t like, but you do it anyway because the rest is good.”
“I want you happy, Tessa. Really happy,” he said.
“I am happy, Reese,” I said, but I wasn’t even convincing myself anymore, so I continued. “Ever since I started at The Happy Valley, I’ve had this silly dream to have my own club. And if I did, I for sure wouldn’t have any stupid dances that included shoving tits into cherry pie. That’s just gross.”
Reese laughed. “I loved watching you do that dance. After I left the club that night, I drove for an hour to find an all-night diner because I just had to have a slice of cherry pie.”
“No way. Uh-uh. There is no fucking way that I would allow a dance with cherry pie at my club. But I have been choreographing this number that is a take on when Marilyn Monroe sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to President Kennedy, but in this version, she has an actual birthday cake, and let’s just say it gets a little messy,” I told him with a wink.
“Mmmm, I do like birthday cake much better than pie,” Reese said, licking his lips.
The sun was now tucked away below the horizon, the sky had turned to swirls of pink and purple, and the ocean had become a black abyss. Reese put another log on the fire and it quickly caught, sending sparks flying up to the darkening sky. As I followed the sparks, I saw the first star peek through the blanket of sky. Pushing away painful memories of the last time I made a wish on a star, I looked back to see Reese staring into the fire.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“You,” was all Reese said before pulling me into his lap and pushing his lips firmly against mine. I bro
ke the kiss only to pull my hoodie over my head as the heat from the fire and Reese’s lips were more than enough to keep me warm. My fingers threaded through Reese’s hair to hold him close to me as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt. I let him pull it over my head, exposing my breasts to the night’s chill.
Reese dipped his head down to capture a sensitive nipple between his lips and began to suck as he covered the other with his hand and pinched at it. His assault on both of my breasts sent pulses of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel his arousal grow beneath my bottom as I sat on his lap.
The memory of the night when I brought myself to climax by grinding on him caused another wave of wetness to soak my panties. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I pulled his T-shirt over his head, breaking his hold on my breasts. I felt another sensation of icy air on my nipple where his warm wet mouth had been. How am I going to be able to walk away from this? Before I could linger on that thought, Reese began peeling my yoga pants from my body, discarding them on the ground with the growing pile of clothes.
He tipped my chin up to meet the heat in his eyes as his hand pulled my panties down my legs and then pushed my legs apart a few inches to allow him access to my slick center. First I felt the pad of his thumb press in on my already swollen clit. Then, while staring into his searching eyes, I felt him slip a thick finger into my pussy, making me push against his hand to feel more of him.
His lips parted and he sucked in air through his white teeth. “Fuck, I love how you move for me Tessa.” The way he growled out the words made my heart skip a beat. I knew in that moment that when our time together ended my heart was going to shatter. It would be the end of me.
Reese pushed in another finger, stretching me wide while adding pressure with his thumb. His fingers began a relentless pounding in and out of my pussy. He curled the tips to press against my pleasure center. I couldn’t help myself. I was pushing against his hand in perfect rhythm, fucking his hand with my wet pussy.
“Give it to me, Tessa. I want to watch you come. Give me what I want.” Reese’s words sent me over the edge, my pussy squeezing against his fingers as they continued to move inside me.
Reese shifted his body to pull his jeans down over his hips, and I felt his erection slap against my thigh when it was released from his pants. Without giving me time to recover from the intense orgasm that had just racked my body, Reese lifted me easily and turned me so I was standing with my back to him, facing the fire, the heat from the flames kissing my exposed skin. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me down until his cock was positioned just under my pussy.
I wanted to slam down hard to feel him fill me quickly, but he had another, more wicked idea in mind. Cupping my ass with his big hands, Reese lowered me down on his hard cock in a slow, agonizing progression, his cock gliding into me until I reached the base and was filled completely. Just as slowly, he began guiding me back up the length of him, stopping for a moment when I reached the tip before letting me sink back down again. He continued my suffering, murmuring sweet words about how he loved my ass. Then Reese released the grip on my hips and I felt his fingers tangle in my long hair at the base of my neck. Gathering my hair in a fist, he pulled back until I was lying against his chest as he continued to move his hip and pump into me.
My mind, caught in a fog of immense pleasure, was dizzy with thoughts bordering on panic. How can a man I just met know exactly how to touch me to make me feel like this? Another rough pull at my hair. It is like he can see through me to my soul.
Reese reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips. This close to the fire, I felt the heat from the flames licking at my clit, a stark contrast to the chilly night air caressing the rest of my body. The last thought that drifted through my mind, causing a tear to escape and run down my cheek before I felt my climax take me under, was, I am not going to survive this.
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About Sin For Love (Fortune For Love, #1)…
Tessa “Rain” Donahue believes she’s happy. Dancing at the ‘Happy Valley Cabaret’ gives her a sense of power, Tequila-O’s give her courage, and one-night-stands give her variety. Her nights usually end as the sun rises with her head held high and her high heels in hand. Tessa thinks she has all she’s ever wanted, but when she can’t get a mysterious stranger out of her head, what she thought she needs might not be enough anymore.
Reese Nichols is living his dream. He is the owner of the “Deadly Seven” custom motorcycle shop, never has to answer to anyone, and money is no object. He’s only lacking one thing, and it’s the one thing money can’t buy. And he wakes every morning knowing she’s out there—his soul mate. With a plan in place, Reese searches for the only woman who can pass his test, and he may have just found her.
Tragedy kept Reese and Tessa from realizing their fate long ago, but destiny has brought them back together for another chance. Will Tessa be able to pass the test, and will Reese recognize what’s right in front of him if she doesn’t? Through it all, will they both sin for love?
**Contains mature content including f/f scene.**
About Claudia Bradshaw…
Claudia currently resides next to the mountains but dreams of the beach. She is married to her lost then found again high school love. She has a teenage daughter who gives her stomachaches from laughing so hard together.
Claudia has an almost superhuman ability to obsess over whatever strikes her fancy. She spends her time between adding to her ever growing tattoo collection, writing, and perfecting the Tequila-O with her always present 7 bottles of Jose.
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The Company, #1
Delancey Stewart
The Union Ballet Company is full of illusion, where it's hard to know who you can trust. Cain has forged a delicate romance with the company's newest member, Anna, who he jokingly calls “turkey” (“swan” would be too easy, after all). They’ve danced around each other long enough…
Cain
Cain and Hal had shifts at the bar that weekend, and Cain was watching the door, hoping Anna would come as he’d invited her to.
“A watched cake will never bake,” Hal quipped as he grabbed a glass from in front of Cain.
“Who the hell are you, my grandmother?” Cain laughed. “And if you know how to bake a cake, you better get on it when we get home.”
“That’s why I bring girls home. To bake.”
Cain shook his head. “I’m pretty sure that’s not why you bring girls home.”
“Maybe not.”
Cain took an order and while he poured vodka into a shaker he asked the question that had been on his mind. “Haven’t been a lot of women around lately. What’s up with you and Prima?”
Hal’s face darkened. “She doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
“That’s the first time you’ve admitted that there was something going on.”
“You saw her at our place.” Hal’s voice was thick. He sounded miserable.
“You’re seriously upset about this one.” Cain floated vermouth around a martini glass and then dumped it before pouring the martini from the shaker.
“It’s not that.” Hal waited while Cain served the drinks he’d made. “There’s a lot more to it.”
“Like what?”
“I can’t even tell you.”
“Like the fact that she lives with Sebastian? That he essentially owns her? And you?”
“Something like that.” Hal looked like an abused puppy.
Cain shook his head. He’d never seen Hal get too wrapped up in any one girl. “Time to move on to the next lady on your list.”
“You already got her.” Hal grinned.
Cain gave him a dark look. The thought of Hal touching Anna made a cold fury sheath his skin. “Dude,” he said, his voice a warning.
“Don’t worry.” Hal was washing glasses in the sink under the bar. “I don’t even have the energy to try.”
“Wow. That
’s a first.” Cain moved down the bar to where a couple had just settled into their seats. He’d never known Hal to be anything less than completely predatory with women. To see him this beaten told Cain that he’d had it bad for Julianna.
Toward the end of the evening, Anna appeared on a stool at the far end of the bar. Cain smiled when he saw her, and felt as if he practically floated over to talk to her. “Drink?”
“White wine?” Anna sounded less than sure about what she wanted to drink.
“Sure.” Cain liked that Anna wasn’t a boozehound. He’d been pursued by plenty of women in the bar, and Anna’s lack of knowledge about alcohol in general was refreshing. He poured a sweet Riesling for her and set it down.
“How’s your night?” he asked, taking her hand across the bar.
“I’ve been at Jimmy’s.” She sipped at the wine. “Things are kinda tough for them right now.” Her face was downcast, and she looked upset.
“Sorry to hear that.” Cain sensed that there was a lot more to it, but he didn’t want to pry. “Can I help?”
“I don’t think so. Thanks, though.” She gave him a smile.
Anna sat quietly as Cain worked. He came back down the bar to talk to her whenever there was a lull, and eventually they cleaned up, closed the bar and walked out together, pausing on the boardwalk along the water to watch sheaths of moonlight fall onto the water and dance there before disappearing into the lapping waves, only to be replaced by more.
Cain took Anna’s hand as it rested against the railing, and she squeezed as she looked out at the bridge arcing over the river.
He moved behind her, until an arm was on either side of her against the railing, and when she pushed back into him, he couldn’t help responding by pressing himself against her. He bent down to taste her neck, moving her dark hair out of the way and exposing the long pale length of skin before flicking lightly beneath her ear with his tongue.
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